CORRECT LYRICS
Lyrics : THE MESSAGE 3: Blood (see page 39, 179, & Bye)
No matter how hard you try, you can't stop me now
No matter how hard you try, you can't stop me now, stop me now
No matter how hard you try, you can't stop me now
(They bled, bled, bled)
No matter how hard you try, you can't stop me now, stop me now
(In flesh!)
No matter how hard you try, nothing seemed to work
World still turn
And I tried, and I tried and
But my World still burn
(My world, I seen, I lost it all, by myself-)
In skin, in flesh, in bones
Ash to dust, cold to touch, fire to drugs
Skin to sun, iron to rust
Power to trust, Atlas Shrugged
World's eclipsed, Saturn scoffed
Jupiter adrift, red eye to LA, causer of fate
Like figure 8s, like hurricane or water to rain
Cycles to blame, perpetuate pain, watch it rotate
Past leave a stain in a carbon trace 'til west erased
Shavings on page, shapes engraved
Drawing a phantom, spiritually paid
Fly to the hood, David display
Specters of place, run Samothrace
Haunted by days as the sun go away
Darkness my face, body of clay
Mountains like shoulders, rivers like veins
Sisyphus boulder
High when I'm stoned, low when I'm sober
As I get older, I try and resist, but it persist
Absurd as it is, hand in a fist, in the sky
False sense of pride
In my skin, in my flesh, in my bones
No matter how hard you try, you can't stop me now, stop me now
No matter how hard you try, you can't stop me now
(They bled, bled, bled)
No matter how hard you try, you can't stop me now, stop me now
(In flesh!)
No matter how hard you try, nothing seemed to work
World still turn
And I tried, and I tried and
But my World still burn
(My world, I seen, I lost it all, by myself-)
In skin, in flesh, in bones
Ash to dust, cold to touch, fire to drugs
Skin to sun, iron to rust
Power to trust, Atlas Shrugged
World's eclipsed, Saturn scoffed
Jupiter adrift, red eye to LA, causer of fate
Like figure 8s, like hurricane or water to rain
Cycles to blame, perpetuate pain, watch it rotate
Past leave a stain in a carbon trace 'til west erased
Shavings on page, shapes engraved
Drawing a phantom, spiritually paid
Fly to the hood, David display
Specters of place, run Samothrace
Haunted by days as the sun go away
Darkness my face, body of clay
Mountains like shoulders, rivers like veins
Sisyphus boulder
High when I'm stoned, low when I'm sober
As I get older, I try and resist, but it persist
Absurd as it is, hand in a fist, in the sky
False sense of pride
In my skin, in my flesh, in my bones
